April 13th, 2024
Painting of Anita Menotti NYC ©2007 Juan Manuel Gomez-Quiroz;
Today’s modern world is battling with what I believe is one of the greatest disruptions in the balance of the universe and in our physical history. It is that of being of a woman. Others have embraced this movement of man becoming woman, chests becoming breasts, with fierce pride, anger at the feminine and fire, along with a willingness to damn the very women, who were born such, and condemning the very they- who birthed that now angered and hormonally imbalanced population’s very existence.
At the expense of causing such a disruption in our universal balance, they are willing to use their tempers and tantrums to eradicate the divine feminine and our unique creation, from society. And while the shadowed soldiers of imbalance have continued to fight the world on what a woman is, is not and should be, the spiritual warriors and goddesses like myself, born with an understanding of our souls very evolution and perspective on a deeper level, we have sat back, prepping up to do the same; discuss what a woman is, is not, has been and will always be.
We women, at times have felt utterly helpless and we have cried, feeling as though our breath was being pulled from our bodies and left as empty vessels- floating through the air among the clouds. Us, women- keepers of the wisdom and knowledge, in a space between the cosmos and the earth. It cannot be denied that every human being here at this moment of time and all those before, came earthside via the utero of a WOMAN. Even if you were planted in a petri dish, and carried by a surrogate. We carried are the very ones who have carried humanity into existence since the beginning of time.
We women, being tugged by the unknown souls desire and the Creator’s willingness to breathe life into form. We took our responsibility as life-givers, without ever being asked, it was our blessings and our burdens to carry the torch of life onward – to keep civilization going and growing. This microscopic seed- growing in the mother’s body- itself a living universe within a living universe. A multiverse.
This timed creation immaculately perfected by the male and the female, and expanding via the woman’s vessel, which alters and expands like breath itself. Naturally doing so to house your growth- in comfort, cushioning your tender skin and feeding your growing multiplying cells, to become the very form of you, you are at this moment. She is the embodiment of celestial.
A woman and man created your being, but a woman gave birth to your existence. And unless you were born the offspring of Zeus, you indeed passed from a soul into incarnation (in carne) through your mother’s bloodied uterus. A uterus which had been preparing for your arrival, since the day she was 13, 16, 18 years old and some as early as 9, 10 or 11. Her body, has always been a chosen temple for life. Her body has always been preparing her temple to house a human form, and from the day she was born.
This is what it means to be a woman.
I state this clearly because it is vital, that we as women step into our power of creation. Being a female, a woman, is not something you can transition into. Let me rephrase that. As young girls we always metamorphose into being a woman —always. And as women, we die 1000 deaths of ourselves each several years of our temple modifying. This is the natural progression of our own specific nature. Our own coded genetic secrets- poured into us from the Divine Creator. That is our gift of being. However being a woman is not something that with surgery, you can just easily BECOME.
My apologies to disrupt anyones illusions of delusion where accepting that surgical intervention makes you a woman, it does not. Adding orifices to your body, and removing your breasts and giving yourself hormones, may make you feminine- but a woman they do not make you. They simply cannot.
Why you may ask? Because our very cells carry a profound and intricate knowledge of the feminine that started when we were just a mass of multiplying cells. Just as there are cells in our body which are given instruction to become the cuticles of our nails, WE women- received instruction in the very depths of our DNA to create a uterus and the entire inner makings of this portal of life, that would allow that organ to function as a connection from Divine Creator, soul to human flesh. And this includes an intricate system of travel, including fallopian tubes, ovaries and an altogether entirely different system of eating, breathing, going to the bathroom. Not to mention feeding the very forms of little humans, we may one day have the honour of hosting in our bodies. We are the castle, we are the hotel, we are the airbnb. Except no fees are paid, no money collected – our vessel is the space in which life grows from silence and darkness.
Being a woman, is something that exists deep deep deep within us, within every cell of our body. It is the thousands of years of soul coding and DNA we carry within us from generation to generation. It is said that a mother carries the cells of all the women before her and passes it on to her daughters- who then in turn carries the cells of all the women before her. This goes on up to seven generations. It takes seven generations to pass on a knowledge that one simply cannot get with a scalpel, removal of parts and additions of others. And although all souls can have experiences of existing in former lifetimes as women, perhaps– in the journey they choose to incarnate into the physical earth at the time they come through, it is that physical body they are born into.
Their soul chose to incarnate in this physical life, in the physical time space and reality as the gender they are born as and chose willingly to experience life as that gender.
There are reasons for this. Reasons such as having to learn lessons they did not learn in prior lifetimes, or even more so, taking on the physical form of the opposite gender because this is their karmic lesson in order to understand a precise perspective, in a very profound way and of course also to heal whatever was left unhealed.
We are always healing. Through generations and generations, we heal our bloodlines. Women heal their blood.
I could not possibly begin to express with great articulation what I feel when I speak this because it is an energy that I am embracing, when writing but being a woman is an overall being. It is a Divine energy, a cosmic energy that she carries within her– it is her innate knowledge regarding the secrets of creation, of healing, of magic. Surgery cannot give you this.
It cannot grant you the quiet ancestral memory that lives in a woman’s bones. It cannot implant the ancient knowing that awakens in the body of a girl long before she understands why the moon moves something inside of her. These things are not crafted in operating rooms or laboratories. They are whispered through bloodlines.
Womanhood is not an accessory.
It is not an aesthetic.
It is not a costume one can put on and take off.
It is not a dress, nor layered eyeshadow nor the bright colour of crimson on your lips. It is not the glitter sprinkled across one’s face.
Those things make you feminine but they do not make you a woman. We do those things to accentuate our femininity but we are women without them.
Womanhood… is a lived inheritance.
It is the rhythm of the body that rises and falls with unseen tides. It is the deep intelligence of the womb, the intuition that senses danger before it arrives, the ability to hold grief and life in the same pair of hands. It is the capacity to nurture, to create, to destroy, to rebuild and to begin again.
For thousands of years women have carried civilizations quietly on their backs. They have held children while wars raged outside their doors. They have buried their dead and still found the courage to plant seeds in the ground for the next generation.
The feminine– the woman has always endured.
And that endurance is exactly why the essence of womanhood cannot be rewritten by cultural movements, no matter how loud the argument becomes. The feminine is older than politics. Older than language. Older even than the civilizations that attempt to define it.
A woman is not merely a set of characteristics.
She is a lineage.
She is the living continuation of every woman who came before her — every mother, grandmother, midwife, healer, farmer, poet and protector who passed their wisdom down through the mysterious chain of life.
When we forget this, we do not simply lose definitions.
We lose memory.
And memory is what keeps a civilization anchored.
To speak about womanhood today is not an act of exclusion or hatred, as some would claim. It is an act of remembrance. It is a refusal to allow the profound reality of the female body and spirit to be dissolved into confusion or erased from language.
Because without women — real women, born of the same biological miracle that has carried humanity forward since the beginning of time — there is no future generation.
There is no lineage.
There is no continuation of the human story.
So when women speak now, we do not speak from anger alone. We speak from responsibility. From an ancient duty to protect something sacred that existed long before any of us were born.
The truth is simple, even if the world has complicated it.
A woman is not something that can be manufactured.
A woman is something that is born.
She is born through blood.
Through laboured pain.
Through miracle.
And she carries within her the quiet but unshakable power of creation itself.
No matter how loudly the world argues otherwise, that truth will remain — steady as the earth beneath our feet and ancient as the stars above us.
Because long before there were debates about what a woman is, there were women.
And long after the noise fades, there will still be women.
~ Anita